Strangers In Shadows.

Strangers In Shadows

My heart is like the night.  It moves and shines on the

Floor of the world.

There are strangers near and far, some we will meet,

Some we will not.

Some strangers are written in books.

Some strangers seek the darkness.

But not me, I am a gentle lover, glorious while awake,

And dream of lovemaking when I sleep.

Who talks about me when I am alone?  Is it the ghost

Trapped in the closet with the k-9?  He who wanders about

The world, exposing himself to the problems at hand,

Forcing himself to be asleep, and he dreams.

Some of these strangers we will never meet, except on paper,

And maybe that is the best thing.